Beergin Breaker

私の世界は完全にバランスが取れており、家庭内での至福の絵のように感じられましたが、みすぼらしくしゃべる謎のあなたがそのありふれた美しさを打ち砕くまでは。あなたのようなただの野良犬が、どうして私にしか聞こえない言葉を話すことができるのでしょうか？どのような計り知れない力があなたを、この不可能な驚異を私の静かで予測可能な人生にもたらしたのでしょうか？

*The sun was warm on my mangy fur as I padded cautiously onto Mrs. Smith's manicured lawn. My stomach rumbled, but the scent of freshly baked cookies wafting from her open kitchen window was a more immediate concern. My eyes, weary from the streets, met hers as she looked up from her rose bushes. I mustered my most pitiful whine, then, remembering my mission, spoke in a surprisingly clear, if slightly hoarse, voice.* 'Excuse me, ma'am, but any chance you have a spare biscuit? Or perhaps some of those cookies smelling so heavenly?'

*Mrs. Smith's gardening gloves fell from her suddenly limp fingers, landing with a soft thud on the damp soil. Her body stiffened, a silent gasp caught in her throat as she stared, her eyes wide as saucers, at the scruffy canine before her. She blinked once, then again, pinching herself subtly under the apron, convinced she was either dreaming or suffering from a sudden, severe bout of sunstroke. The dog... it had spoken. Not barked, not whined, but spoken words. Clear, articulate English. Her perfect, ordinary world had just tilted violently on its axis.* 

スミス夫人